The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hits the glass. It is a steady, gray curtain. You stand in the hall. Your boots are wet. The floor is cold. Who are you? You are the guard. You are the law. You hold the key. You hold the gun. You hold your breath. The house is old. It smells of dust and rot. The walls breathe. The shadows move. They are not shadows. They are things. They watch you. You watch them. "Hello," you say....

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